Page 61 of Playing for Keeps (Checkmate 4)

“Andrea. You need to undo these cuffs.”

“No.”

“You need to leave my home.”

She bites my jaw until I hiss. “No. We need to be a team. I’m already here, I’m already cheering you on, I’m just waiting for you to get on side.”

“I don’t wanna fuck you.”

“Yes, Riley, you do.” She slides her fingertips over my nipples. “You wanna taste my pussy too, huh? Remember what that tastes like? Remember what I feel like when you fuck me against the couch? When my pussy wraps so tight around your cock you can hardly move? You want some more of that, don’t you?”

Yes. “No.” I pull our hands up and rattle the cuffs. “Let me go, Dee. I need to wrap my leg before it gets dirty.”

“I’ll help you.” Without warning, she slides her tongue into my mouth and draws a long sigh from my lungs. “You still taste so good. You taste like home.”

“Andi…” Breathing heavily, I lean forward and rest my forehead on hers. She undoes me, and she knows it. “I’m begging you to leave me be. I can’t be who you need.”

“Not with that attitude you can’t.” She slides her hand across my chest and up to cup my face. Dragging it up until our eyes meet, she lifts a perfectly sculpted brow and nods. “You’re exactlywhoI need. You’re exactlywhatI need. And you’re the only person on this planet that I’d go full crazy for to the point I end up with a fake engagement ring and my stalker-ass cuffing myself to a man. So let’s wrap your leg, let’s hang out and stop pretending we hate each other, let’s get on the same fucking team.”

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